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"Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything." –Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock
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Chapter 2
In Which We Meet Our Hero
-New York City, 1900-
"Jack, are you really leaving?" David asked, fear rising in his voice.
"Yeah, I'm leavin'," Jack replied, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"But you can't leave," David whined.
"I can, and I will," Jack said, nonchalantly.
"This doesn't have anything to do with Sarah, does it?"
"No...well, sorta'..."
"Because she broke up with you?"
"Well, nows 'dat we're not togetha' I can finally go to Santa Fe."
"I'm gonna' miss you, Jack," David said, tearing up slightly.
"I'm gonna' miss ya', too, David," Jack said, clapping him on the back, "But don't worry, I got your address, I'll write."
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The train rolled out of the station at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and Jack Kelly was on it. Practically every newsboy in all of New York City had taken a day off to say goodbye to their fearless strike leader.
Jack sighed and leaned back in his seat, dreaming of the life that lay ahead of him in Santa Fe.
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A/N: Reviews are my crack. Let me get high.